Houseguest 4 Danny struggled to breathe, but the Egyptian woman had him completely locked into her hold, her bare feet pressing on his shaved head, her wrists firmly holding down his wrists. He was completely helpless. The male, though it took some effort to fight down his panic, relaxed in complete surrender beneath the woman. He allowed his body to go limp in absolute acceptance of her authority and her conquest of him. There was nothing he could do; he had to simply let go of himself and give possession of his body to her. Kim had a powerful orgasm as the male relaxed beneath her, but she managed to contain herself as she did. When the feeling subsided, she moved off his face and sat with her bottom against his lips, which enabled him to breathe. "Very good," Kim told him. "It took my husband at least three times of my sitting on his face before he accepted it as totally as you have on your first time. Good boy." Danny didn't feel good about the woman's approval. He broke into tears as she glanced over her shoulder at him, and he started to cry outright as she turned him over onto his stomach and straddled his naked body. She tied him up, tightly fastening his hands behind his back. Now he knew he was going to be punished. "There," Kim mocked. "All tied up the way a male should be." Danny was deeply ashamed of his crying but couldn't control his emotions. Everything he ever thought he knew about men and women - women were the weaker sex, males were superior and could impose their wills on women at any time - all those "truths" he felt he knew and held as givens all his life had been totally dispelled and replaced with the awful and unavoidable truth that he, a male in his physical prime, had just been physically and psychologically conquered by a woman, an Egyptian woman, and he was going to be held captive against his will by this woman for quite possibly the rest of his life. This realizations filled him with the deepest humiliation possible, but were also, he found, the most erotic realizations of his life. He WANTED to be right where he was, beneath this woman, straddled by her, tied up by her. He wanted it, but he wanted to escape it, and hated himself for wanting it the way he did. "There, there," Kim pressed. "There's no reason to cry yet, slave. You haven't been whipped yet." Kim stood and left the slave where he was. He felt one of her beautiful bare feet on his back. The woman whipped him.  Danny howled and immediately began to beg her to stop whipping him, but she pressed harder down onto him. Sweat broke out all over his body and he dissolved into bitter tears, his erection vanished with his suffering, and he lay as still as he could manage, still meekly begging her to stop as the whipping progressed. "The next time you think about trying to escape me," Kim told him. "You will remember how your ass feels at this very moment, and realize it can and will get far, far worse for you." He cried hard as the whipping continued for what felt to him to be several hours. At long last, the woman stopped whipping him and put one of her bare feet on his punished bottom, bringing an instant coolness to the warm location of his spanking. "There, there," Kim mocked. "Who needs children when I have a captive like you? You're pathetic; I don't think even my loser husband cried like that after only his second punishment." The male continued to cry, but he realized something as he lay there beneath one of Kim's beautiful feet. Yes, he was turned on by what this woman was doing to him, but what he really wanted was to see her in handcuffs for kidnapping him. He wanted his freedom, the liberty to do as he wanted when he wanted as a single male, and maybe, if he did escape and got this woman prosecuted for what she was doing to him, he might be able to persuade a woman to dominate him on his own terms. And to his surprise, he did have something going his way. The whipping had caused sweat to break out all over his body, which, he realized, was loosening the bonds which imprisoned his wrists. As his crying subsided, Kim moved to place one of her feet on the back of his neck. She looked down at him. "I hope you've learned something," Kim told him. "But I'm going to give you some time to think about it." The woman walked away for a moment and returned with more rope. Danny continued to cry softly as the woman tied him up, fastening his feet together with rope and then roping his hands and feet together tightly behind his back. "You will lie there quietly for the next hour at least," Kim told him. "When I returned, you will kiss my feet and tell me you have learned your lesson, or you will be punished." She walked away from the naked and helpless captive, and for a few moments, Danny actually allowed the eroticism of the experience he was suffering to fill him, bringing him very close to an orgasm as he lay there. After the moment passed, however, he slowly went to work on his bonds, carefully looking around to ensure Kim couldn't see him, and then he started to attack the knots on his wrists. The male pulled hard, then relaxed and wriggled. Twisting and pulling, the male suddenly felt his right wrist spring free, and he quickly rolled over into a sitting position and went to work on the rope around his feet. As he set about the lengthy task of untying his ankles, the male wondered what he would do next. He was totally nude, so running away seemed out of the question, but then again, since he wanted Kim to get arrested, running naked through the neighborhood might be a very good way to attract police attention, and if he were confronted over his nudity, there was always the fact he could simply say the woman had kidnapped him and taken his clothes. He had rope marks around his wrists and legs as well as the punished bottom he was sporting as evidence. When he got his feet free, the male was at a crossroads. He could run away and get out of the house to get help, or he could physically confront Kim and try to free his friend as well. The second option filled him with anxiety, knowing Kim had overcome him physically once so easily. It had been very little in the way of a fight, and Danny was in no rush to suffer another knock against his male ego so soon. There was a part of him, of course, that believed he would win because he was male, but the part that had been living in this bondage for a little while realized he would lose if he went after Kim again. His best move was to get out of the house and get the police. The police could then free his buddy and arrest Kim, and it would be lovely to see her in bondage for a change. The male got to his feet and swallowed hard as Kim came back into the room just as he stood. She froze for a moment, not sure if her captive would attack or flee, but Danny felt his heart sink when he saw she was smiling slightly. "I love a challenge," Kim told him confidently. "You are so much more fun than my husband. He never escaped my ropes." Danny took off running. Kim, who was wearing shorts and a tank top and had bare legs and feet, actually had a pair of handcuffs in the back pocket of her shorts, though Danny didn't know that, and she took off after him. The male ran hard through the large house, through the kitchen and outside to the back yard, where he had to run around the pool toward the back fence. He was planning to open the gate and run out into the neighborhood, making a spectacle of himself as much as he could stand. He was only a few steps from the gate, just about to reach for it, when he felt arms around his waist. Kim tackled him, forcing him down to the ground face down in the sunshine, the tackle taking him by surprise and disorienting him. Kim straddled his naked body quickly, taking hold of his hands as he started to squirm beneath her. She laughed at him as he tried to free his hands. "You didn't get very far, did you, slave?" Kim asked mockingly. "Now you'll have to be given much tighter security and stricter control, and naturally you have to be punished again." The male realized she had him down and he wasn't going to get away from her. But he also knew he was outside, and that could be the break he needed. "Help!" He shouted. "She's kidnapped me! Help me!" Kim realized the shouting would draw attention, even though right now she and her struggling captive couldn't be seen. She quickly pulled his arms behind his back, brought her feet up behind his head and crossed her ankles in a Lotus lock, and reached down to cover his mouth with her hand. She pressed her thighs hard as she covered his mouth, emphasizing what she could do to him if he disobeyed. "Not another sound or I will do whatever I can to dislocate both these shoulders," Kim told him. "You are helpless and making trouble for me is not going to be good for you, I promise." The threatening tone filled him, and forced him to silence his cries and relax in surrender. There was no use fighting anymore - whatever he could think to do, she could counter it. Kim felt him relax and had an orgasm as she held him down in the Lotus lock. She had always felt powerful dominating her husband, but now, she had a male who was unwilling to be enslaved, and she was enslaving him anyway! What an incredible feeling of power and control she had now. She had taken this male out of his previous life and had given him a lifetime of obedience and control, and he was powerless to do anything about it. Danny again burst into tears. There was nothing else for him to do now but cry - to cry over his lost freedom, to cry over his total inferiority before this female, and to cry with the futility of knowing his enslavement and capture were truly hopeless for him.  Kim adjusted on his back to a straddle and crossed his wrists behind his back. The young Egyptian woman handcuffed him, tightly fastening his hands behind his back. "For the rest of your life," Kim told him. "You will be wearing locking metal bondage. There will never be a repeat of this escape attempt, boy, because I am about to whip you so harshly you will tell me you're a girl if I order you to do so. You are mine now, and there will never be a rescue, never be an escape, and you will never, ever again be a free male." It was over, and he knew it. The clicks of the handcuffs were the end for him, rather than hearing the sound watching Kim be arrested, she was effectively arresting him and sentencing him to a lifetime of imprisonment without parole, to serve her forever as her captured slave.